Find me a woman more poetic in her words & more honest in her actions
and you’ll have found grace itself.
she walks like today is the first day she’s ever lived and God,
welcoming that morning sky is an honor.
I look at her blonde hair and through her blue eyes
and there is nothing there I don’t wish I could be.
With a sharp tongue and a heavy heart
and maybe sometimes swollen knees
she stands at peace with herself
life doesn’t weigh her fair skin down
it is held in the palm of her hand.